Magnamalo Plate

Max Carter once owned a chain of successful restaurants. That was before his rivals used underhanded tactics to ruin his reputation and drive him into bankruptcy. Now, reduced to delivering food on a scooter, Max still dreams of rising again. One rainy evening, fate grants him a second chance—he awakens the Divine Chef System. The system grants him access to a divine recipe roulette, where each spin—earned through dollars made—unlocks incredible dishes from across dimensions. From the very first spin, Max receives ownership of a mysterious abandoned restaurant and several god-tier recipes. With flavors that enchant, dishes that heal, and culinary skills beyond belief, Max begins his journey back to the top. But success attracts attention—and danger. He’ll have to guard his secrets, build a trustworthy team, and out-cook his enemies one plate at a time. This is the tale of a fallen chef reclaiming the world, one divine bite at a time

Synopsis: Yuuya Kurose was no one. A quiet student. A forgettable face. Just another shadow in a crowded classroom. Then he started remembering everything. License plates seen once. Erased blackboard notes. Every word, every breath, every lie. > [Node Alignment: 0.01% – Background Sync Initiated] That’s when the glitches began. The cat meowed in static. The poster redrew itself. The hallway lost its echo. And Yuuya realized—he wasn’t gaining power. He was becoming something else. True Learning. A forbidden trait. Feared by gods. Hunted by systems. Born from nowhere. He doesn’t cast spells. He doesn’t swing a sword. He learns. And learning rewrites everything. Now the System is watching. The multiverse is shifting. And Earth, once silent, has been indexed. Yuuya wasn’t chosen. He was just the first one to be noticed. Other Works by the Author: Lord of the Void Realm — Cultivation, Void manipulation, and cosmic threat. Amitābha Online: The Monk That Greets Death — A monk with a greeting system who reflects attacks with peace. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner — A cosmic blade bearer with 100 years to live… and reshape everything. Michael Jordan: Rebound from Oblivion — The GOAT returns to a world where basketball is divine combat. The Zero Protocol: Red, the Code Ascendant — An AI who awakens as code… and learns to rewrite reality itself. [COMING SOON] The Bragging System — Power through arrogance. Every boast makes him stronger. Can he survive long enough to talk himself into godhood? (I want to focus on these novels just know that once the other novels are stable I'll ......)

Emily Smith, a 22-year-old history student from a university in Los Angeles, accidentally travels back to 13th-century England. She unknowingly enters a strange "Fate Correction System" and is sent into an ancient legend as the female lead. According to the system, the original owner of this world shares the same name as Emily. She was an unloved noblewoman, and according to fate, she was supposed to have a one-night affair with the most powerful Duke of England, Edmund de Montfort, on a full moon night. This led to an unexpected pregnancy and her expulsion from her family. Five years later, she was to return with her genius son, going through some struggles before reconciling with the Duke, eventually being treated like a queen. However, due to a system malfunction, the original owner learned about her fate in advance and deliberately avoided the Duke, disrupting the balance of the world. Therefore, Emily was tasked with fixing this. The system arranged for Emily to be sent to the night when she was supposed to meet the Duke — after a grand castle banquet. According to the plan, she would mistakenly enter the wrong room after drinking wine laced with aphrodisiac herbs. An hour later, as the system watched Emily lying on the bed, flushed with color, it asked, "Host, when will you carry out your mission?" Emily replied slowly, "Wait, let me first get used to the clothes of this era... This corset is killing me." Five hours later, the system, seeing Emily finally get up, urged, "Host, it’s not too late! The Duke is in the tower next door, his door isn’t locked because of a broken lock. You need to go now!" Emily casually pushed open the door next door, and found herself face to face with Edmund de Montfort, the Duke, who was handling estate matters under candlelight. The system was excited: "Go for it, Host!" Edmund furrowed his brow, coldly saying, "Who are you? How dare you break into my private chamber?" Emily looked at the plate of delicate honey cakes on his desk and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva. "I’m your wife, five years from now." "I’ve answered your question. Can I have a reward now? A piece of cake, the one on your left, it looks so sweet." Edmund hesitated for a moment before nodding and ringing a bell to summon a servant. "Bring another plate of honey cakes, the best ones." The system: "…" Edmund couldn’t forget the mysterious woman who had broken into his room. At a grand royal ball, they met again. This time, Emily was drunk and staggered over, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. Edmund smirked: "Is this some trick of ‘catching me by pretending to be weak’?" Before long, Emily’s little brother appeared, apologizing and trying to pull her away. "Sorry, Duke de Montfort, my sister recently... um... has a strange condition where she believes she's a forest animal and wants to hug tall people for warmth." Edmund was silent for a moment. "It’s fine. I’ll reluctantly endure it." Little brother: "Are you sure?" Edmund: "Yes." An hour later… "Miss Emily, could you wake up?" "My legs are numb." "…" After giving up on Emily for a while, the system returned to fix the aftermath. But it discovered something unexpected: Emily’s biased noble parents were no longer biased and had completely turned into doting parents. The originally villainous younger brother did not go down an evil path but instead became the most popular court poet. The original cannon fodder female antagonist had become Emily's sister, and they were running a business together in harmony. As for the male lead, Duke Edmund, he had long since embraced his beautiful wife, pampering her like a treasure. The entire medieval world ran smoothly with no signs of collapse. System: "How did she do it? By eating, sleeping, and modern-day ideas??" Modern American girl’s laid-back life vs. the high-and-cold Duke’s broken persona. The original world fell apart, and in the new world, everyone got a fresh start.

Waking up inside the ruins of an orphanage, Alexander finds himself chained and sold to slavery. A modern metallurgist, trapped in ancient times, watch as he tries to play with the cards fate dealt him. He will make plate armor, invent paper, build roads, teach governance and many more, as he tries to carve a place for himself. But how can such things not attract jealous eyes? The naval superpower- Cantagena, The unstoppable army of- Exolas, The superpower of the east- Adhania, The mercantile confederation- Sybarsis, The religious fanatics- Iyizarid, And the ever-present- Barbarians of the Barren Forrest, All want something from each other. In this ocean of sharks, follow a small carp as it struggles to leap through the dragon gate and establish a dynasty to outlast them all. The cover is not mine. If you are the owner of this cover, comment and I will remove it.

In a fractured future where Earth’s colonies cling to survival behind domed cities and orbital fortresses, humanity faces extinction not from above — but from within. The Dreadborne: lab-grown apex predators once meant to secure mankind’s dominance, have turned feral and unrelenting, tearing through everything in their path. Only the United Colonial Front’s elite UCIC forces stand between civilization and collapse. Among the newly enlisted are Israel and Isaiah Johnson — two brothers drafted into the crucible of war and assigned to Forward Unit Delta-9, a hybrid squad forged from precision infantry and specialized suit operators. One dons the stealth-optimized Eidolon suit, orange-plated and built for recon and rapid engagement. The other, quiet and calculating, becomes the team’s Gideon — a combat engineer and combat medic, armored in deep green and carrying the burden of keeping everyone alive. As the brothers undergo brutal simulations, suit integration, and frontline indoctrination, they’ll be thrust into the fire not only of alien horrors but of human treachery. The real threat may not lie in the Brood Zones alone — but in the shadows cast by powerful corporations funding a growing insurrection. Caught between genetic annihilation and a civil war on the rise, the brothers must hold the line, no matter the cost. Bonds will be tested. Blood will be spilled. And not all of them will make it home. This is Brothers of the Infernal Front — a grounded military sci-fi epic where loyalty is rare, steel is sacred, and survival is earned one drop at a time.

Maya prophesied that December 21, 2012 would be the end of the world. On this day, some people were anxious and afraid of not seeing the sun the next day. More people held a playful attitude and celebrated with their loved ones in the early morning night, waiting for dawn to celebrate their safe passage through the end. The next day, the sun rose as usual, and people only thought that God was joking with everyone, working and living as usual. But they were too happy too early. The end has already quietly arrived, but they have been adapted to the harsh environment, unable to see the green mountains turn into yellow soil, and flowers and birds disappear; Unable to see the clear river turning into a foul smelling canal, fish and shrimp are dying; Unable to see grassland turning into desert, land howling According to the Observatory, there was a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower in the early morning of December 21, 2020. Many places can be seen with the naked eye, with young men and women rushing to tell each other, eagerly anticipating this romantic meteor shower. At midnight, the long-awaited miracle finally appeared. The moon, which had been hard to see for a long time, descended like a silver plate, clear and bright, right in front of me But then people were extremely frightened. According to the lunar calendar, this day is the Winter Solstice Festival on the seventh day of the winter lunar month. How could there be a full moon This is a beautiful miracle It's still the beginning of the nightmare

"What's your name, girl?" the Alpha asked, his voice slightly quieter. "L-Liana, sir. I'm from the Omega quarters. I'm sorry about the plate. I don't know what happened." The Alpha shared a look with his sons. "How old are you, Liana?" "Eighteen today, sir." The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, Kael spoke, his voice tight with something that sounded like anger. "It's not possible. Not with an omega." "She's lying," said Jace, the one with green eyes. But he didn't sound convinced. "She's not," said Rowan quietly. The youngest triplet, with the thoughtful blue eyes. "Look at her. She's as confused as we are." The Alpha stood up slowly. "Come here, girl." Liana pushed her legs to move, stepping closer to the table. "Do you know what's happening?" he asked. She shook her head, fear making her throat tight. The Alpha looked at his boys again, then back at her. His eyes were sharp but not mean. "When an Alpha finds their mate, there's a scent recognition. From your reaction, I'm guessing you've been smelling something strange all morning. And from my sons' reactions, they're smelling it too." Liana's heart stopped. "But... that would mean..." "It would mean one of my sons is your mate," the Alpha finished. "The problem is, it looks like all three of them are having the reaction." She was born an omega in a world where power decides worth. Forgotten, overlooked, and mocked, Liana never expected her life to matter—until the Moon Goddess marked her as a mate to the Alpha's heir. But when the heir turns out to be triplets, and her wolf awakens with the memories of a dead Luna, Liana must navigate love, war, and destiny. Three mates. One legacy. And a secret that could either destroy the pack or change the world forever.

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

Gabriel never wanted to be the one people depended on. The last hope. The hero. He was just a kid trying to find his place in the world, constantly living in his father’s shadow. A brilliant scientist, but a distant father. Gabriel already had enough on his plate: bullies, a fractured family, and a city slowly swallowing itself whole. But as his life began to unravel, it happened..the accident that changed everything, awakening something inside him: superpowers. As his abilities began to surface and the pressure mounted, the city’s problems didn’t fade; they escalated. Crime, corruption, and chaos were everywhere. The people were drowning, struggling to keep a float, clinging to whatever hope they could find. And in their cries, they begged for a saviour, someone to pull them from the abyss. But in a city like this, nothing comes easy. Power always comes at a cost. And the debt this city demands? It never stops collecting. When Gabriel uncovers secrets buried close to home, and the true source of his power, he’s forced to choose: step into the light and become the hero the city needs, or fall into the same darkness that consumed his father. Dragonblade: A New Dawn is a gritty urban fantasy superhero origin story, packed with betrayal, street crime, family tension, and a powerful awakening. If you're a fan of Miles Morales, Black Panther, Static Shock, or Invincible, this is the series for you.

When seventeen-year-old Lucien Haruto Maris — a socially awkward but brilliant prodigy with a mind built for strategy, games, psychology, and war theory — dies in an accident, he opens his eyes in a place far removed from anything he's ever known. He's no longer in his own frail body... but in the muscular, wounded shell of a dying man sprawled in a muddy trench surrounded by the scent of steel and blood. The world around him is medieval — swords, castles, horses, dirt roads, and politics steeped in steel. But something is very wrong. Here, women rule everything. Kings are Queens. Generals are Matriarchs. Knights ride in plate armor with long hair braided in the colors of their house. Men? They are property. Spoils of war. Breeders. Pets. Playthings. Rarely educated, often silenced. Their worth lies between their legs, not between their ears. Worse still: the body Lucien now occupies belongs to a rebel, a once-prized consort of a Duchess who betrayed the crown and paid the price. He should be dead. Instead, Lucien wakes up with a second chance — and in a world stacked entirely against him. Armed with only his genius, his virgin awkwardness,combat experience of his new body and a deep knowledge of human behavior, Lucien must navigate a world where a smile from the wrong woman can be lethal... and a clever lie can buy him power. He'll play the fool, whisper poison in powerful ears, seduce with strategy instead of strength, and build a following of dangerous women who believe they control him. They don’t. They’re playing checkers. Lucien is playing goddamn 5D chess.

In the massive A City, a video game had mysteriously popped out of nowhere and evolved into what is known as, "Lod's Domain”. The Lod's Domain had started simple, making countless people wild as they played the game. Eventually, this same game became a massive boost in human economy because, it could give one a lot of money. People started to use the game as a business. Workshops emerged, and players were hired. Guilds were created, organizations and business empires were united all for the sake of one thing— money. But one unfortunate young man, Jin Ho was unlucky to have met a tragic end at the age of 40. And despite playing the game for forty years, he was unable to work out his dreams due to social influences. He lost his parents, he couldn't graduate from school, he was fired from the workshop he'd built up from scratch as the manager for forty years and he had a lot in his plate, which made death a source of solace. However after death, he was reincarnated with all his memories of Lod's Domain, it's evolution, plus his experience as someone who had reached a God Tier in the game at age 40. This must be a second chance. Jin Ho realized that he must use this second chance to his advantage, therefore never letting what had happened in his past life to repeat itself. Will he succeed?

Terra II, a world divided into seven vast plates, where endless deserts and black zones carve through the land. It is a place haunted by horrors from beyond existence and nightmares birthed from within. The Common Era, an age where the very idea of happiness has been left behind. Here, no story begins with joy, and none end with peace. One mistake—a wrong word, a fleeting gesture—can seal your fate before you even realize it. At the heart of this desolate world is ---, a woman whose life has been defined by loss. Her parents, ones she knew little of, were replaced by strangers in the aftermath of tragedy—only to lose them too. In a world so unrelenting, where trust is a fragile illusion and loyalty is a fleeting dream, how long can one endure before breaking? --- fights not because she wants to, but because there is no other choice. Every decision she makes chips away at what remains of her conscious, yet the alternative is worse: surrendering to the darkness that threatens to consume her and everything she holds dear. Terra II offers no promises, only pain—but even in the face of an inevitable end, --- stands, battered and unyielding, daring to face the horrors and make her choice, if only to survive one more day.

"Really? Sweets? You're taking this 'food is the way to a man's heart' a little too seriously." Kwon sneered. He went to grab a cookie from the pile but Luna moved the plate away from him. He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking that she was acting childish. Reaching with his left hand, he made a move toward the plate. What she didn't see was that his right hand was in position with the plate moving right towards it. "Better luck next time." He smiled as he took a bite of the heart-shaped cookie. Adam came back and grabbed another cookie. As he ate, he looked around. "No water?" An idea hit Luna. She fished in her bag for the spare love potion that she had stored in a water bottle. It was completely full and the lid was tightened enough that it could pass as a brand new, unused bottle that she just got out of the machine. "Here you go. I just happened to have an extra." He gratefully accepted the water then he and Kwon walked off toward the coach. Luna slammed the plate into the arms of a confused Carl. It worked. The plan actually worked. She was so excited that she could start dancing at any moment. "Don't celebrate just yet." Isaac pointed to where Adam and Kwon stood talking to the coach. Kwon unscrewed the lid to his water and took a drink. Fear seeped into her. She was positive that Kwon did not have a water with him earlier. She looked down at Adam's hands and saw that he no longer had the bottle filled with love potion. "No!" . . . "Luna? Why are you looking at me like that?" Kwon asked, his expression turning funny the longer she stayed silent. "Why were you watching me?" Why did she ask that question?! There were a million questions floating in her head, and that one wasn't anywhere near the top ten. Kwon unfolded himself from the wheel. Running a hand down his face, he avoided her gaze by looking out the window. "Because it's hard to not watch you." His voice was steady even though he had seemed reluctant to answer her.

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?

In the shining metropolis of New Osaka, the elite rule with gold-plated lies and silver-tongued deception. Behind their lavish towers and polished smiles festers a world of corruption — unseen, unchecked, and unstoppable. But in the shadows, justice has a new name: Silver Guardian. No one knows who he is. No one knows why he fights. All they know is that when the corrupt rise too high, he tears them down — one system at a time. By day, he’s Kaito Renshiro, a sleepy, sarcastic college student who can barely make it to class on time. By night, he’s a high-tech vigilante waging a one-man war against the hidden elite, exposing the rot at the heart of society. As Silver Guardian dismantles the underworld piece by piece, his actions draw the attention of four very different women — each with their own secrets, connections, and reasons to get involved: Aika Tsukino, the perfect student council president… and daughter of a corrupt senator. Reina Takahashi, a tech genius obsessed with unmasking the Silver Guardian. Miyu Kanzaki, a deadly assassin sent to kill him… who starts questioning everything. Sora Amemiya, the cheerful barista with a haunting past and a mysterious calm. Together — or perhaps against him — they become entangled in a web of romance, danger, and hilarious misunderstandings. As Kaito fights to stay hidden and stay alive, the line between hero and outlaw blurs. But the deeper he goes, the more he learns: this corruption isn't just political — it's global. Ancient. And it's watching him back. Can one man save the world… without ever revealing who he really is?

Hao Lou screwed up. Massively. One moment he was tossing a book to scare off some thieving celestial monkeys. The next? Boom. The most sacred artifact in the heavens—the Golden Book of Matrimony—was flying straight into the Mortal Realm's Doomswirl Portal. “NOOOO!!” he shrieked, sprinting to the edge of the spiral. “I’LL GIVE YOU MORE MELON SEEDS, JUST GIVE IT BACK!” The monkey? Unbothered. The book? Gone. Just like his job, his status, and possibly his immortal soul. Because if the Heavenly Emperor found out? Hao Lou was going to get demoted. Not just demoted-He was bound to be reborn as a chicken. Over. And over. And eaten every single time. “NO. I’m not getting deep-fried for this!” he shouted, stomping around the Eternal Spiral like a lunatic. So he did what any responsible, panic-stricken deity would do. He slapped a note on his front door: “CULTIVATING. DO NOT DISTURB. And with that, he jumped into the swirling cloud of doom. Now stuck in the modern world, he has to retrieve the scattered pieces of the Book of Matrimony before the heavens catch on—and he ends up on a dinner plate. But locating the divine artifact isn’t so easy... Until he meets a strange young man. One who, for some reason, can actually see the lost fragments. With this mysterious human’s help, Hao Lou begins piecing the book back together. Everything seems fine until— “Wait,” Hao Lou gasps one night. “What is this… why is this young man hugging me from behind?!” Now he’s asking the only place he knows for answers. “Asking this online: why is my friend/coworker trying to kiss me at night? Seeking answers…”

Lin Fan traveled through time and space and obtained the system. He sees the value of everything! [Object name: Gilded gold ring! ] [Selling value: 1,000 yuan! ] [Object value: 10 yuan! ] [A fake gold ring with a layer of gold plated on the surface! ] ------ [Object name: Pigskin LV handbag! ] [Selling value: 15,000 yuan! ] [Object value: 50 yuan! ] [A fake LV handbag made of pigskin, with a layer of cheap dye on the surface! ] ------ After getting the system, Lin Fan discovered that making money was so easy.

n the heart of Asia’s neon underworld, whispers of a name echoed through every VIP lounge: RSR0003. A name backed by 20 billion KRW in deposit, a name you couldn’t scam, a name you’d regret crossing. Jongno wasn’t just a casino agent — he was the last real guarantee in a world full of frauds. "Telegram. RSR0003. Ask for the ledger," he’d say, handing a steel-plated card engraved with only that ID. New players, seasoned gamblers, even rival syndicates respected one thing: Verified capital. Real protection. No ‘eat-and-run’. Rumor had it he once returned 500 million won to a player who got hacked mid-bet. Just to protect the reputation. That’s not customer service. That’s legacy. And now… someone tried to fake his name.

I made a Vegemite On Toast, his favorite food, hoping it might bring back even a flicker of warmth between us but the silence was suffocating. He didn’t even wish me an happy anniversary or say anything about it, the only sound was that of the utensils against the plates. I kept glancing at him, searching for an expression, anything that can explain the growing wall between us. And then, he finally spoke. “I want a divorce”

I stared across the clearing into the piercing golden eyes of the wolf that I had seen a thousand times before. However, despite seeing her over and over again, I had never once seen her face to face. While I was running, I kept repeating a word in my head. The same word over and over again. “Mate! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I thought at first that it was me saying it, but it wasn’t my voice, not exactly. It was close to my voice, but not a perfect match. “Is that you?” I asked myself as I ran deep into the forest. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. “Is that really you?” I sobbed in relief.. Rika is nineteen and has a secret that she has been keeping from her family. She is a wolf shifter in the most famous and well-known pack in the world. She is daughter to Trinity and Reece Gray, the King and Queen of all the shifter and magic users in the world, and yet, Rika is losing touch with her wolf more and more each day. Not only that, but she can feel her slipping away from her inch by inch, and fears that she might lose her altogether. On top of feeling as if one day very soon she might never be able to shift again, Rika and her twin brother Reagan have been given a very complicated task. They must help foster the peace between the humans and non-humans of the world now that the veil of secrecy has been removed. The world knows now that the creatures that go bump in the night, vampires, werewolves, witches, Fae, werebears, and more, oh my, are all real. Not all of those people who now know the truth are all that happy about it. Foster a positive relationship with the humans, sure thing. Find the group of people responsible for supposed monster bashings, no problem. Navigate life while also trying to find their own mates. Now that might be a problem. On top of all the other things on their plate, Rika, Reagan, and all the other children of the fabled legacies must learn how to be themselves in a world that will never be the same again. Love and lust, anger and rage, happiness and confusion, emotions will be all over the place as the Chosen Legacy fight for all mankind, human and not. “Rika, you need to tell someone about this. You need to tell them what is going on.” Reagan was glaring at me as I fought that empty feeling inside of me. “I can’t, Reagan. You don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like to lose that part of you.” “You’re right, I don’t, but it will never get better if you don’t try to do something about it.” His anger made his eyes flash bright blue in the darkness of the night. The way that they were shining, I could tell that it wasn’t just the reflection of the moon, this was his power, this was the essence that was my brother. “Leave me alone.” I snapped as I ran away from him. I was fighting against my tears, holding them back so that he wouldn’t see how much this was hurting me. Not only that, but I couldn’t let him see that it was too late, that my wolf was already gone. Chosen Legacy is a story that has a little bit of everything. It is a coming of age story, where multiple legacies, Rika included, matures emotionally and mentally while learning to navigate the ever-changing world. It is a mystery and suspense as the twins, along with their group of friends, search for the group that has been attacking innocent people around their campus. And it is a hot and steamy romance where each of the legacies will find their one true love to last a lifetime. Who and what does fate have in store for these legacies, and what adventures will they have along the way? This story will change the POV so that it will focus on multiple characters. The character name will be in the chapter title and at the top of the chapter. This is a massive story that will encompass many mating between different characters and a lot of the cast from the book 'Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha'. It is a stand-alone book. However, you do not need to have read the original to follow along.

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.

Floods, torrential rains, extreme cold, heatwaves, hail, earthquakes, polar nights and polar days… Overnight, the world transformed immensely as numerous natural disasters swept across it. Gu Yan knew, who struggled alone in the post-apocalyptic world for ten years, finally met her end alongside her enemies. Upon opening her eyes again, Gu Yan knew with her space ability replanted herself back three months before the apocalypse. Her younger brother had not yet been washed away by a sudden flood, and her boyfriend had not been frozen to death by his cousin in extreme coldness. With her soon-to-be useless company, she tricked her cousin's family out of billions, and Gu Yan knew started her delightful stockpiling life. From pearl milk tea and instant noodles, hot pots and rice with big plate chicken, To things that fly and swim, Whether for eating, drinking, playing, or using, All that can be thought of and not, she arranged everything. Whether it could be of use or not, stockpiling was the key!

I never thought of myself as the kind of girl who’d run from love—not because I didn’t want it, but because I didn’t trust it. I’m not a coward. Love is just... terrifying. A few months ago, I got into the university of my dreams—far from home, far from expectations, and most importantly, far from him. I worked my butt off for five years, scraping plates and scrubbing floors to earn the one thing I wanted more than anything: privacy. No more sharing a room with four sisters. No more compromise. Just me, my books, and silence. Love, on the other hand? No thank you. I’ve seen what it’s done to my sisters—tears, drama, heartbreak. I don’t need another human complicating my life. Not even if he’s cute. Not even if he’s nerdy. Not even if he gets it. But then came the library. And him. Now, in a city built of stories and in the shadow of the largest library in the country, I’m starting a new chapter. One I didn’t plan. One that might involve more than just fiction. Because sometimes, even a nerdy girl who decided to repel might find herself wondering if the heart has a plot of its own.

A plot showing how the man you hate the most can make you fall so hard for him. A cold CEO is wrapped around the sweetness of an innocent, sweet college girl. A girl unwantedly made a silent, calm world into the most chaotic and increased the heartbeat to double. A slow burning romance between two people who cannot even eat same food on a plate. How with all twists and turns they turn out to be the correct choice for each other. A couple in which no one is less in annoying the other. How they accept each other's world apart personality and fall hard in love .

SYNOPSIS : They say power runs in blood, but so does pain. Elizabeth Ashford was born with everything—wealth, beauty, legacy. But the moment she came into the world, her mother left it. Then her grandparents were taken by a car crash, and the only person she had left—her father—slowly vanished behind boardroom doors and corporate burdens. Night after night, she waited at the dinner table with a tiny plate and wide eyes. But "next time" never came. Now at 21, she’s the future of the Ashford Conglomerate and a top student at the prestigious Valcrest University. Cold, graceful, untouchable. Her heart, once soft and full of hope, has turned to ice. Because she learned the hard way—depending on someone only leaves you alone in the end. But ice can crack. Especially when fire walks in with a smirk. Niklaus Devilson isn’t just another elite. He's the heir to the Ebon Court, the secret organization that controls the underworld—politics, mercenaries, medicine, hacking, science. A living ghost. Feared by nations. Worshipped in shadows. Known only by his alias: Mr. X. With snow-white hair, electric blue eyes, and a wicked grin, Nik is chaos in silk. A genius hacker. A master fighter. A playful storm wrapped in charm. Mischievous, unpredictable, and fiercely protective of those he loves. He lives to break rules—until he meets the one girl he can’t crack. She's ice. He's wildfire. And when their worlds collide, the game begins. EXCERPT : The grand gates of Valcrest University swung open with their usual drama, letting in the rich, the brilliant, and the obnoxiously fashionable. Elizabeth Ashford walked through like she owned the place—because, well, she kinda did. Long silver-blonde hair flowing, grey eyes sharp enough to slice egos in half. Her heels clacked like warning bells, and students parted like the Red Sea. Until someone didn’t. WHAM. A coffee cup went flying. She froze. A soft "Ow" followed. “I’m alive,” a voice groaned dramatically from the floor. “But my coffee’s dead. Rest in peace, Mocha Supreme.” Elizabeth looked down at the sprawled body in front of her—a tall guy with ridiculous white hair, sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, and the most annoyingly amused smile she’d ever seen. Niklaus Devilson. He blinked up at her from the marble floor. “Wow. Are you always this… aggressive on first dates, or am I just special?” She narrowed her eyes. “You walked into me.” He gasped, placing a hand on his heart like she’d insulted his ancestors. “You walked into me, Ice Queen. With malicious elegance.” A soft snort escaped her. Unfortunately. Nik sat up like he’d been struck by lightning. “Oh my god. You laughed. Was that a laugh? Should I call a doctor? Or my lawyer?” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “It was a nose exhale. Don’t get excited.” He stood up, leaned in, and whispered dramatically, “Too late. I’m emotionally invested.” She blinked once. “Seek therapy.” He grinned. “I would, but apparently you’re not taking new patients.” As he strolled away with a wink and no dignity, Elizabeth stood still for a second longer than necessary. Her lips twitched. Just a twitch. Maybe today wouldn't be so boring after all.

|11X WATTPAD FEATURED| Daniel Matton wasn't ready for an adventure, not until 5022 sent him into space on a journey to prehistoric times. The prehistoric animals test his patience, but at the end of the day, Dan must endure all the pain and suffering if he is to return home safely. *** Have you ever wanted to see where life first began? Meet Daniel Matton, a legendary adventurer who ventured to the past, present, and future in a starship known as PPMC, by traveling through a black hole, wormhole, and white hole. Now, did he want to be the star of the PPMC Project? Heck no, but he loved paleontology. However, things never go according to plan, and he experienced things well beyond our imagination: volcanic eruptions, eight-foot-long millipedes, man-eating dinosaurs, terrifying saber-toothed cats, and above all, disaster. He did not sign up for that! What the heck, 5022 Greenville, South Carolina? It may sound like a suicide mission, but it's not. Dan's story is different. It's a chronicle of survival-one worth writing down to share with the world: a tale of love, friendship, horror, and letting go of the past (not to mention escaping all those insane, prehistoric animals who kept trying to turn him into the blue-plate special). Despite this, Dan's love for paleontology did not save him when he died. And all he could ask himself was, "Will I rise?"

Welcome to Rosehill, a small town nestled in rolling hills and bathed in the scent of wildflowers, fresh bread, and something far more indulgent. On the surface, it’s a sleepy, postcard-perfect place. But those who stay long enough soon learn that Rosehill has a secret—and it’s not on any tourist map. When heartbroken food writer Elena Moreno stumbles into Rosehill looking for a quiet escape, she discovers more than she ever imagined: a seductive culinary underworld where passion is plated with every dish, and desire is the main ingredient. At the center of it all is Marco Bellamy, the enigmatic chef behind Bellamy’s Table, an invitation-only supper club where guests taste pleasures far beyond food. As Elena dives deeper into Rosehill’s steamy social circles—where baking classes become intimate affairs and herb gardens hold aphrodisiac secrets—she’s drawn into a web of deliciously tangled relationships. From the sensual energy between a local couple experimenting with food and fantasy, to a quiet gardener whose touch can melt even the coldest of hearts, Rosehill is a town where love is shared, boundaries are tested, and pleasure is always on the menu. But when old emotions resurface and hidden connections come to light, Elena must decide: is this her escape, or the beginning of something she never knew she needed?

[Dimension Exploration] + [Management] + [Urban Legends] + [Comedy] + [Meat Pigeon] + [I'm Surrounded by Beauties] The renowned sharp-tongued food critic Tang Rijie had already wolfed down three large bowls of rice, sweating profusely, yet he stubbornly maintained his stance. "I admit the dishes in your restaurant are all delicious, and the appearance, scent, and taste can be considered perfect, but I must say, I didn't taste any soul in these dishes! And the soul is the key to determining the success or failure of a dish!" Ma Lu's expression remained unchanged, "It's just a soul you want, right? Just wait." Having said that, he walked into the kitchen, took out two souls from the freezer, and stuffed them into the blender. 10 minutes later, a steaming plate of dumplings was placed in front of Tang Rijie. "Hello, sir, here is the soul you asked for, all wrapped inside."

"After transmigrating into a world devoured by monsters, I awakened the Evolution System Slay to steal skills! Consume the strong to claim their talents! Now, when even the so-called 'gods' kneel trembling at my feet... I’ll laugh, for this entire cosmos is but a speck on my plate!"